When a muscled arm of mercy lifts us by the scruff of the neck and sets us in a new place, a better place we neither earned nor deserved, we're likely to protest that, given time, we could have gotten ourselves there, thank you very much, and without the rough treatment.

Even worse, if grace happens to someone else, someone we know doesn't deserve it, someone we can't stand, then we don't want even to hear about grace, let alone see it in operation. In such circumstances, grace seems more like a miscarriage of justice.

Donald McCullough, If Grace Is So Amazing, Why Don't We Like It?